I want to write something, in this diary. I don't know, it feels important to do it. Like it should matter. But I've no wisdom to impart, no advice to give. No one wants to hear about how lonely I am, light years away from all the things I'm used to. No one here cares if it feels like bits of me are slowly breaking day by day. And when I put pen to paper...all I get are these random thoughts that make no sense at all. Like this...

I want to be the sunshine,
but I won't rise again today,
I'm just a faded rainbow with my colours turning grey.

Just random lyrics and thoughts swirling around my head, like I'm empty except for them. Do they even say anything about me?

Another....

All the broken dolls with shattered glass eyes,
Stare and stare and stare,
They won't go back in the toy box,
And they block every exit from here,
A little army of porcelain,
With the shards from their eyes in their hands,
Hoping they'll cut me up quickly,
My hourglass spilling out sand.

I don't know. Maybe I'm just tired. Goodnight me. Sleep well.